Cyanide words in hot Julys
Sticky skin and fireflies
Warm and breezy, pulled outside
Golden hours of calm collide
Sweet and bold youth is claimed
Self-reflections blush ashamed
Come back again once gone astray
Beg the child to stay this way
The war that comes forces change
In adolescence turning strange
The inner child is shutting doors
To light dancing across the floors
To find the love in light tonight
To find the words burning bright
Experiments in consciousness
The honesty earned to confess
To the streets, to the skies
Cyanide words in hot Julys
Inspired and paraphrased by this post at Spinning Visions
19th Feb 2025 – Shared with Moonwashed Weekly Prompt prompted by the word unpretending.

That was fantastic, Shaun! I really enjoyed the rhythm, rhyme, and repetition.
Yvette M Calleiro ๐
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Thanks so much Yvette. I’m quite happy with this one ๐
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